Chapter 101
Cristiano has been to France many times and has won many trophies here.
This place has witnessed his laughter and tears, and now it also witnesses beauty and warmth.
A drizzle of rain fell on the street, and two young men in expensive suits slipped out from the back door of the auditorium restaurant.
There were too many media and reporters waiting at the front door, and here, at the back door of the restaurant, Cristiano opened the door a little bit, observing the windows on the opposite floor and the street diagonally...
There were only two reporters standing there, smoking boredly. Their bulky and expensive cameras were even placed in covers on a stone pier on the street, as if they were certain that it was dinner time and no star would sneak out.
Cristiano dared to guarantee that these two paparazzi, who had obviously eaten too much puffed food and cream products, would never catch up with them, nor would they have time to pull out their rifles to take pictures of their faces.
——Of course, the best thing is that these two guys who are busy smoking and chatting can't find them.
He secretly winked at Kaka, and the two of them slipped out quietly through the back door.
Sneaking away at a party was somewhat unfamiliar to Cristiano, but for Kaka, it was a more novel and new thing.
Naturally, the two men tiptoed but failed to reach the corner of the street because Kaka stepped on a Coke can and alarmed two paparazzi on the other side, while Cristiano accidentally bumped into a cart filled with construction waste.
"Who are those two!?" Hearing the paparazzi's shouting from the other end, the two men immediately started running.
"Ronaldo?!"
"Which Ronaldo?"
Cristiano almost choked with laughter. He grabbed Kaka, who was obviously not skilled enough, and stopped him from turning his head away: "Don't look back at Kaka!"
They ran on the street, weaving in and out of the bright lights and night life. After running out of a block, they saw that no one was chasing them, so they slowed down.
In a foreign square, street singers were singing incomprehensible songs with cheerful melodies. Guests drinking nearby stepped under the dim street lights and joined the dancing crowd.
Cristiano's dark suit was stained with light wall dust. A few strands of his hair, which had been fixed with hairspray, fell on his forehead. He brushed his hair back, and then it stubbornly curled back up. Chris ignored him.
He straightened the collar of his suit, coughed softly to clear his throat, then turned to look at his lover.
"Can I invite you to dance?" He raised the corner of his mouth in a non-serious manner, stretched out his hand exaggeratedly, and invited Kaka with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, a song happened to end. Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the wandering singer on the street. The young singer blew a kiss to Cristiano and continued with a more lively and happy song.
Cristiano didn't understand the lyrics, but he liked the melody.
He raised his eyebrows, which were carefully trimmed by a stylist, and smiled at the young singer. Without waiting for Kaka to extend his hand, he grabbed it and walked to the wandering singer, swaying with a group of tipsy guests.
He shook his waist and twisted his head, and the stars hanging in the night sky seemed to have fallen on Cristiano's earlobes, shining brightly and beautifully.
Welcome to the Land of Moliere
This paradise smells like hell
…
Welcome to the land of hypocrites
The truffle scandal is on the menu
The beginning of the words is like the cactus in the desert of love
……]①
Cristiano and Kaka danced for the entire song. Even when the music ended, Cristiano was still in high spirits. He sang the melody with lingering feelings, hugged the young singer, and praised her generously in French: "You sing so well! You should go to a bigger stage!"
The singer who was hugged was surprised for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, the two young men in front of him had left, and he seemed to still smell a faint scent of perfume.
"What did you say to him?" Kaka asked his lover curiously, "Do you speak French?"
"Just a little bit." Cristiano pinched his fingertips to indicate, "I just praised him a few words. I have French teammates, have you forgotten?"
"Oh yeah...Karim." Kaka remembered.
"No, no, before him," Cristiano corrected. "It was Evra. He should come over when the transfer window comes this year. He taught me French. Of course, I also taught them a lot of Portuguese."
From time to time, Cristiano would tell Kaka a little story that he had never known, and Kaka would carefully collect it into his memory bag.
The two didn't wander around the street for long. They hailed a taxi and went straight to the hotel.
The hotel room Mendes booked for them was on the 23rd floor. Cristiano and Kaka's rooms were opposite each other, and the two of them walked into the same room tacitly.
Large expanses of floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the charming romance and passion of Paris at night. Cristiano bit the hem of his shirt and his breathing became moist.
His eyes were a little out of focus. Beyond the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the glass, he could only see the back of his young lover, who was kneeling on one knee at his feet, reflected in the mirror.
He couldn't help but reach out and pull Kaka's black hair, whispering: "Kaka..."
"Cris," he heard his lover whisper back.
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"Okay, let's talk about your AC Milan teammates." Figo and Deco blocked Costa in the banquet hall.
Costa guessed that he couldn't escape today. Those two little bastards could fool outsiders, but almost everyone could see that there was something wrong with them in front of their teammates.
Figo narrowed his eyes: "Are your club-mates too attached to Cristiano? Doesn't he have any concept of social distance?"
Deco added: "When I saw Chris and Ruud talking, Kaka even squeezed past. Did he know Ruud at all?"
Language Ｏ屭Ｏ正Ｏ隶●
"Well, we did have joint training with Manchester United for a period of time, so we know each other a little bit?" Costa found the only question he could answer.
Deco said "Oh" and clicked his tongue: "Then it seems to me that Van Nistelrooy and him are not familiar with each other at all."
Costa laughed dryly. What else could he say? All I can say is that Van Nistelrooy probably doesn't like Kaka, or rather, there are probably few people in Manchester United who like Kaka.
After all, Cristiano was only 18 years old when he joined Manchester United, and judging from the interactions between the two people before, Cristiano was probably not even 18 years old when they confirmed their relationship.
I'm afraid the big brothers at Manchester United have already had opinions about this.
Costa didn't dare to say much, otherwise his teammates in the national team would probably be even more dissatisfied.
"They have a good relationship? Why haven't I heard Cristiano mention it?" Figo asked Costa.
Costa coughed lightly and said, "I haven't heard Cristiano mention it much either... But Kaka often watched Cristiano's games when he first joined Milan. We just found out that they were friends for a long time."
He tried to win favor for his club and teammates, and he said as sincerely as possible: "Kaka often speaks for Cristiano. You know, the media are always not very friendly."
"Oh, he is really good at saying nice things." Deco crossed his arms with a half-smile, "But there are too many people speaking for Cristiano. What did he say? I don't remember much. But I do remember that Chris left himself in the audience."
Costa: “…”
"Oh yes, was that the ticket you gave Cristiano for that game?" Deco asked again.
Costa: “…”
Give him a proper burial, Costa thought desperately in his heart.
Figo looked at Costa, and Costa gave a dry, stiff laugh.
Figo didn't say much, but said lightly and pointedly: "Rui, look at what he does, not what he says."
"Cristiano is still young, we are his teammates, his predecessors, and his brothers," he said. "I think we all think so, Rui?"
Figo stopped there and didn't make it more specific.
Costa knew exactly what his captain meant. He cleared his throat: "Yes, Luis, but he is not just a child. Although he is a little childish, he is always unexpectedly mature and transparent. He knows what he wants. And Kaka, that is my club-teammate. I know him. He is a serious and consistent person. Maybe they should try the future themselves."
Figo and Deco were silent for a moment, and Costa cheered in his heart for his impromptu performance.
"Excuse me, has anyone of you seen Cristiano?" Mendes suddenly interrupted. He had just dealt with a small temporary problem and couldn't find Cristiano when he came back, so he had to look for him everywhere.
"Oh Costa, you are here too, have you seen Kaka?" Mendes asked again.
Costa: “…”
Figo, Deco: "..."
"Well, it seems you haven't seen it either, so I'll go look for it again. Sorry to bother you." Mendes nodded slightly and hurried away.
Figo and Deco roared at Costa in a low voice: "Contact your club-teammates, now, immediately, right away! He even kidnapped Chris openly! In such an occasion!"
Costa nodded quickly, but no one answered the call until the third time, when the call was hung up. The fourth time, the phone directly emitted a prompt tone indicating that the call was turned off.
Costa looked at Figo and Deco with a wry smile. Okay, they are all adults and they understand what this means.
Figo, Deco: "..."
Aaaah.
"You should be kicked out of the [Protect our Strawberry] group chat," Figo said.
“Uh…but, I’m the group leader?” Costa reminded, scratching the back of his head.
Figo: “…”
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Where did Cristiano and Kaka go?
Mendes finally got his answer the next day.
What he saw was a video of Cristiano and Kaka dancing in the crowd.
Mendes almost blacked out when his two cash cows skipped the Golden Globe Awards night and ran to a square to dance with passers-by on the street.
The blogger who posted the video also added a paragraph of text, which Mendes translated using translation software:
"They are so cute, I just realized they are Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka! Two football superstars! They are very humble! Cristiano even hugged the singer and praised him for being worthy of a bigger and better stage, sooooo sweeeet! [Share video]"
Mendes breathed a sigh of relief, at least it seemed that public opinion was heading in a good direction.
——At least he doesn’t have to worry that these two people went to some nightclub or bar to party all night just because they won the Golden Ball.
He tried to contact both of them by phone but their phones were turned off for most of the night. It was not until around ten o'clock this morning that he received a message from Cristiano, telling him that he had arrived at the airport. His capable star had changed his ticket to an early morning flight and he would take the same flight back to England as his Manchester United teammates.
Kaka also reported his itinerary, and Mendes felt like a decoration.
…
The night of the Golden Globes seemed like a happy, insignificant interlude.
After one night, it was still the season's game schedule.
There are still two rounds left in the Premier League. Although Manchester United has secured the championship in advance, they still went all out to play the last two beautiful games.
In two consecutive games, Cristiano scored the opposing team's goal with beautiful free kicks in the frontcourt, igniting enthusiastic cheers from the fans in half the field once or twice.
"The last round of the Premier League! Manchester United won 2-1 and accumulated three points to win the Premier League championship!"
"Congratulations to Manchester United once again! Defending the Premier League Championship!"
The entire stadium was filled with flying red and gold ribbons. Cristiano and his teammates put their arms around each other and cheered amid the ribbons.
Relying on his tall and strong stature, Pique rushed to Cristiano, and while the other party was not paying attention, he suddenly carried Cristiano on his shoulders. Then Alan and Rooney reacted very quickly and immediately supported Cristiano's feet, helping Cristiano sit high on Pique's shoulders as if he was riding a Centaur.
Cristiano almost screamed, but fortunately he suppressed his voice and just grabbed Pique's collar tightly, and incidentally, possibly, scratched Pique's neck.
However, the excited boys didn't notice any of this. Cristiano rode on Pique's shoulders, and his vision suddenly became much higher. He shouted happily and grinned into the wind: "The championship is ours!"
"Champion team!" Pique shouted. He grabbed Cristiano's legs, rushed to the sidelines in a triumphant manner, and ran around the grass field. The wind blew their jerseys up. Alan and others followed closely, waving their arms high, laughing and shouting loudly.
Ferdinand was slightly annoyed. Next time he would do the same thing by carrying Ronnie around the field. He would not let Pique get ahead of him again.
The fans on the sidelines screamed, cheered and shouted for their heroes.
I don't know who started it, but slowly, singing mixed with shouting could be heard on the field, from a few scattered ones to a uniform one at the end. Cristiano heard them singing -
"Viva Ronaldo! Viva Ronaldo! Running down the wing, Hear United sing, Viva Ronaldo!"
"Viva Ronaldo!" Alan ran beside Cristiano, raising his arms to encourage the fans to shout louder. He followed the fans and shouted, "Viva Ronaldo!"
They celebrated wildly on the field, blew kisses to all the fans, and then returned to the locker room. They would return to the field later to present awards and open champagne. Cristiano was already anxious to take a shower.
They didn't have much time left, and Cristiano was still trying to use the little hairspray he had left to fix his messy hair.
Giggs, Neville and the others were already ready, but no one urged Chris. They just waited for the beautiful curly-haired puppy to be satisfied.
"How long do you think it will take?" Giggs looked on in confusion. To be honest, he couldn't tell much difference between Ronnie five minutes ago and Ronnie now.
Neville shrugged. "It doesn't matter how long it takes. It's going to be a long night. He wants to feel better, so let him get ready."
Keane nodded approvingly to Neville.
Finally, Cristiano moved away from the mirror with satisfaction: "Let's go!"
A group of people came out of the player tunnel one after another, and Ferguson was waiting at the entrance of the tunnel, chewing gum.
Keane, Giggs and Neville, who were walking in the front, all stopped when they saw this. Their boss seemed to be getting a little impatient and was looking towards them frequently.
Although it was a great occasion for them to win awards, the fear of angering the head coach was deeply rooted in the hearts of every Red Devil.
Just as no one dared to play a joke on Sir Alex Ferguson in the locker room, the people walking in the front slowed down their pace at the same time, allowing Cristiano, who was unaware of the situation behind him, to happily stride to the front - after all, in the locker room, only Cristiano dared to hide Ferguson's leather shoes and socks and play pranks without being yelled at.
When Cristiano saw Ferguson waiting at the entrance, he immediately smiled and trotted forward: "BOSS!"
Ferguson smiled. As soon as he saw the boy's neat head, he knew that Cristiano had spent all this time taking care of his appearance. The boy also sprayed a nice perfume on his body. Compared with other players who just took a shower and changed clothes, he looked much more pleasing.
He patted Cristiano on the back of his head gently, smiled, spread out his other hand, and returned the shiny earrings that he had kept for Chris before the game.
Cristiano almost forgot his earrings. He blinked, took them and put them on: "Thank you, Boss!"
He approached Ferguson with a smile on his face. Although he was almost a head taller than Ferguson, he bent over slightly, put his hands on Ferguson's shoulders, and walked out affectionately and unscrupulously along with the celebratory music playing in the corridor.
Ferguson grinned and laughed. He patted the boy's hand on his shoulder and was almost led by the happy boy to jump up and down. Fortunately, the flashing spotlights tightened his reason.
Neville and the others watched from behind and shook their heads: "Fortunately, Ronnie was allowed to go up. Look how friendly and amiable the boss is now. The situation has completely changed from cloudy to sunny."
"He looks like the old man in the neighborhood garden now," Rooney whispered, "but when he scolded me he looked like the KGB flying a fighter plane."
His words were unanimously agreed by all the Red Devils.
The group walked to the podium.
"Maybe we can postpone the award ceremony until tomorrow." The official presenting the award joked to Cristiano.
He hung the medal around Cristiano's neck. The shiny gold medal was the best match for the shiny Cristiano.
Cristiano grinned at the official, gave him a quick hug, then jumped off the podium briskly and kissed his medal.
At the end of the Premier League season, Cristiano firmly occupied the first place in the Premier League scorer list with 32 goals and won the Golden Boot Award of this season, while the cooperation between Alan and Cristiano topped the assist list.
"Thirty-two goals," Cristiano waved his newly-earned Golden Boot in front of Ferguson from time to time. "More than thirty."
Rooney was getting annoyed and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "I know you have 32 goals. Oh my god, Ronnie, how long are you going to talk?"
"Guess?" Cristiano winked at Rooney.
Neville had guessed it a little bit. He took a deep breath and said, "You don't still remember the bet with the boss, do you?"
- After all, Cristiano's bet was made on the same day as the one he made, and Neville was impressed.
"Of course." Cristiano responded readily, and was very happy that someone still remembered this.
Neville: “…”
"What bet?" Alan asked curiously.
"Oh, you hadn't transferred here at that time. Ronnie made a bet with the boss that if we could score 30 goals next season... that is, this season, the boss would have to shave his head," Neville explained.
Alan spat out the water from his mouth.
It was the first time that Cristiano saw their fierce striker lose control like this. His eyes widened: "Wow..."
"So you've been walking around with your Golden Boot award and nagging about it, just to remind your boss about this bet?" Alan looked at Cristiano in disbelief.
"right."
"Actually, I made a bet with the boss before. Last season, I won 400 pounds, which is not a small number." Cristiano proudly showed off to Alan.
Alan: “…”
This was the first time in years that Ferguson had thought of avoiding the Portuguese. Oh my God, Ronnie just wouldn't let go of that bet, right? !
Ferguson has decided that he wants to break the bet. A hairless Red Devils coach? Absolutely not!
He didn't even know if his hair would grow back to its original volume after shaving it off!
Absolutely not!
When Ferguson saw Cristiano walking slowly past him while chanting "32 goals" again, he gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard is such a nuisance!"
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